That’s worth remembering because there are so many fireworks going off around the Mets that it’s easy to lose sight of what is really plaguing this franchise. Yoenis Céspedes and his calcified heels? Mickey Callaway and his ignorance to his star player’s physical ills? Assistant GM John Ricco getting popped like a piñata as he answered for other peoples’ actions? Pick your PR disaster, folks. Nobody beats this selection.

But never forget: almost all of this nonsense stems from the Wilpons. Not all of it. There’s no helping mercurial players or freak injuries or plain old bad luck. Yet, how a franchise responds to these crises is telling. The Mets have shown almost zero progress when it comes to keeping kitchen fires from becoming infernos. If anything, they’ve done nothing but remind observers of their constant state of disconnect.

That’s not to say that the Wilpons don’t care about the Mets. Rather, it’s more...